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Suddenly Tedan frowned as he seemed to hear another voice. Or voices? He wasn't sure. Then the ground started shaking and he stumbled a bit, looking around as he tried to keep his feet. It was impossible, though, as the world suddenly bucked under him and then the ground was just gone.

Letting out a scream of his own, the Hunter fell ....

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Oh Jack, he had only just stepped inside and Clyde could had sworn the voice of someone he had missed terribly had greeted him. He spun around, fanatically looking for the source of the voice but was greeted by nothing but fog. A small sigh of disappointment was all he could give before realization caught up to him. Where did everyone go? A sliver of panic and dread filled the varcolac as he gave his surrounding cautious glance.

He was alone. Oh Jack, he was alone.

He is in so much s**t.

Chaya slunk through the mist. This place smelled strange, and she wasn't sure she liked it. The rise of the fog had interested her, and she'd followed it, but she wasn't at all sure any more than she'd done the right thing. Nobody was here, and voices drifted in the fog; her tail bristled where it was tucked low.

"Hello?" she called uncertainly. "Hello?"

Staring around, lost within the mist, his eyes grew wide at the sounds he heard. Help? They need help? Help with...what?

But before he could really ponder that, the kitsune found the floor beneath his feet giving way, as he fell with a inhuman yip down the abyss.

[Exit]

The very moment Eisheth left the meeting with Medea she felt the ungoodly presence of something: something strong, unusual, unnatural by its sheer structure. Perhaps, that was the Ancient the priestess was talking about: it wasn't at all like a single person, or a creature, or even a collective Fear particles, like the Phoenix, but something entirely different. it was nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

Her first intention was to go with others to the Haunted House, but thinking a bit more she forfeited this idea. Her experience told her the best strategy would be to go in a different direction: the enemy - that particular kind of enemy - would surely find her.

..and it happened. The alchemist heard something: a familiar voice, she even could say she caught a glimpse of some familiar silhouette from another era, from a completely different life, and then... it was fog everywhere around. She examined it, our of curiosity: it was a bit similar to the fog surrounding their Lair, a sign of a middle world, a neither world caught in-between two different realms. There could be no mistake.

Solia was like her weapon. Open to suggestion, malleable, she didn't fight orders when they were given. Or rather, she rarely did. When the doors opened, fingers tightened into Dakota's coat as brown eyes flicked over to LW. She didn't want to go. She didn't like this mission. But- They were going. They were moving, and Solia didn't want to be left behind. So she clung to who she could, entering the house, trying not to look back.

[Exit]

Wandering around in the fog, voices echoing in one's head with a tear stained face wasn't something new to the witch, as much as she hated to admit that. It had happened before, only that time it had been in a totally unknown place. A place she couldn't really escape from, whereas now there was the potentiality to leave. If only she could find her footing, find a way toward the greyed out Amityville she could escape all this.
But that would be admitting defeat. Admitting cowardice and admitting she couldn't handle being on her own. And while everything was rather frightening, alone and cloistered by all this fog, Belladonna felt she was doing fairly alright! All things considered...
"Monkshood can weaken a Reaper's connection to their weapon if used correctly. Mugwort can... Be used in protection and glamor spells and potions. Newt tail is a basic ingredient."
Having progressed through the list of plants and their magical properties once already, Belladonna had managed to get half way through it again before she finally stopped in the midst of the fog. With a heavy sigh one hand reached up and tried to wipe away the little wet trails on her cheeks. At least she'd stopped crying...

The blasted fog. Again Alexander found himself lost and disoriented, unable to find anybody, friendly or hostile. It was maddening. There were sounds everywhere that he could hear but couldn't see, forever making him turn and look, which likely just had him wandering in circles for what was ages now. He still was too afraid to call out, scared of what horrors he might attract by doing so.

And so he continued to wander, lost and alone. So incredibly alone. The desolation he felt was like a dark and pain filled pit deep inside of him. His friends, they were gone. Either lost in the fog or having become one with it, one of those insanity creatures that wailed on and on about home. He took a moment to stop, the close his eyes, to try and calm down before moving on again. Surely eventually he would run into somebody.

He thought he heard voices ahead, and he turned towards them. If they were even real, if they weren't just more whispers born from mist like and blue eyed figures....